Then shall love teach some virtuous Youth To draw, out of the object of his eyes,' The while on thee they gaze in simple truth, That dreads not age, nor suffers from the worm, 1824. XIII. 'TIS said, that some have died for love: And there is one whom I five years have known; Upon Helvellyn's side : He loved the pretty Barbara died; And thus he makes his moan: Three years had Barbara in her When thus his moan he made : grave been laid “Oh, move, thou Cottage, from behind that oak! That in some other way yon smoke The clouds pass on; they from the heavens depart : I know not what I trace; But when I cease to look, my hand is on my heart. O! what a weight is in these shades! Ye leaves, Thou Thrush, that singest loud-and loud and free, Into yon row of willows flit, Upon that alder sit; Or sing another song, or choose another tree. Roll back, sweet Rill! back to thy mountain-bounds, And there for ever be thy waters chained! For thou dost haunt the air with sounds That cannot be sustained; If still beneath that pine-tree's ragged bough Oh let it then be dumb! Be any thing, sweet Rill, but that which thou art now Thou Eglantine, so bright with sunny showers, And stir not in the gale. For thus to see thee nodding in the air, To see thy arch thus stretch and bend, Disturbs me till the sight is more than I can bear." The Man who makes this feverish complaint 1800. XIV. A COMPLAINT. THERE is a change-and I am poor; What happy moments did I count! A well of love-it may be deep— -Such change, and at the very door ΤΟ XV. LET other bards of angels sing, Such if thou wert in all men's view, A universal show, What would my fancy have to do? Heed not tho' none should call thee fair; So, Mary, let it be If nought in loveliness compare With what thou art to me. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. 1824. |